First Hat

Though Amahle had intended to offer a small celebratory dinner in honor of Heila's return, seeing how worn both Heila and Ashlynn were after their ordeal, she postponed her plans, sending them both to wash up before preparing a thickened lentil soup with a healthy portion of dark leafy vegetables from her garden. 

By the time they'd washed and eaten, neither of the young witches possessed the energy to do more than return to Ashlynn's hut. This time, however, Heila had a slightly guilty look on her face as she looked in the direction of the small hammock on the balcony. 

"It's okay if you want to join me tonight," Ashlynn said, holding out a hand as she stood beside her own hammock. "You don't have to go so far away." 

"It should be enough to be nearby," Heila said awkwardly, shifting her weight from one cloven hoof to the other. "But right now, I just want to be held a bit. Is it really okay? Lady Nyrielle won't mind, will she?"